The space under the blankets was comfortably warm from the excess body heat he was giving off, not to mention Roger had even dragged his favorite fluffy feather blanket out from the bedroom. After shoving Evan off of him for what felt like the millionth time the cat had settled on the space next to him while Roger drifted off to sleep. He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept, to his fever ridden body the brief respite felt like hours though it had only been fifteen or so minutes.
Zach’s entrance didn’t wake him, but it did get the attention of Kori, who meowed loudly and ran out from the kitchen, inquisitively sniffing the new occupant. The blond’s happy chirping voice awoke Roger with a start, retreated into the blankets leaving only a gap for a pair of bleary, bright blue eyes to peer out from. “I’m fine.” He said, sounding muffled, looking to the soup on the table then to the small vial in Zach’s hand. “Really, I’m not feeling so bad anymore, honestly.” Hey, it was worth a shot, right?